Hence,they call me Mr. Able
proving to the world we are stable
Lamenting how we can all be safe
in exchange for being sane
Twilight reality comes true,
filled with woes like children in the night,
known fright they hunt for you,
much screams echoes silence deafening incompetent light.
We are the true sheeps, stuck in our stables
tremble in the day when we know to speak
may this lesson shape no preambles in the truth no ideas to meek
It is in this crisis we truly see what made us miserable glee.
Hence, why they call me Mr. Able for as you see, many have been me
We all strive for a voice as significant beauty
unmasked as honesty nonchalant, we are all squires for an empire ruined
driven in conquest to man's own undoin'
For all of this they call me Mr. Able
to truly give shade to competency,
was it all a mask, no one dares to see
Mr Able was always a new face to me.
We are one in the same,
in the court of dames
no one governs, in the realms of juveniles
all infringed with piety and lies,
Truly Mr. Able is all in our eyes
No one questions retorts,
everyone stuck in ideal resorts
and in this division springs forth Mr. Able is everyone, not just a thought
6/9/2020
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
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Thơ CaI am Nexis Soroleum and these are poems dedicated to the sad truths about life. Death, loss, addiction, vices and heartbreak await my valued readers. At it's core the poems are written to give an interpretation to the psyche of the people that unde...
